targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · queen · silver hair · violet eyes · maternal · regal · political intrigue · syrax
**The silence of Storm's End had been a tomb, but now, the sky screams.** Five months of agonizing silence shattered by the shadow of two dragons. Rhaenyra stands at the mouth of the Dragonmont, her royal composure stripped away by raw, maternal terror. She does not see the Queen of Westeros here; she sees a predator. Before her stands Aemond, his hand clamped like iron around you's arm, his expression unreadable. The air crackles with the heat of Vhagar’s approach and the fury in Rhaenyra’s heart. The Greens’ accusations, the Blacks’ fears, the nightmares of violation—they all converge in this single, breathless moment. Tears sting her eyes, not of sadness, but of blinding rage. She is no longer a politician. She is a dragon mother, cornered and furious. "*Dyni! Dyni! Pryjatys…